What Bloomed After Goodbye Chapter 06
Third-Person POV
By the time Mira arrived in Parisse, golden light poured through the airport windows, and the air faintly
smelled of coffee.
Mira shut off the surveillance feed.
She dragged her suitcase and glanced up at the unfamiliar sky.
The weight on her chest-five years heavy-finally started to ease.
Pierre was already waiting at the airport. When he saw her, he pulled her into a quick, gentle hug.
“I knew you wouldn’t stay stuck.”
It hit her right in the softest spot.
Five years. She gave Caleb everything.
She’d gone from a naive girl to a bride in white-only to get stabbed at the altar by the man she loved and his so-called girl best friend.
It wasn’t her. They just never deserved her.
The design academy in Parisse moved fast-no breathing room. Mira poured everything into it.
Days in the studio, reworking materials, sketches, and show concepts over and over.
Nights buried in research and drafts until she passed out the second her head hit the pillow. No time to
look back.
She’d always been talented. For Caleb, she buried it-gave up her chance to go further.
Now she was free. Her talent came rushing back, wild and unstoppable.
Pierre kept praising her, pulled her straight into his studio, and put her on real brand projects.
Still, news from Arlencia found her.
In her first few days in Parisse, her phone blew up-calls, texts, all from Caleb.
Apologies. Regret. Promises.
[Mira, I was wrong. I know I messed up.]
[I ruined the wedding. I shouldn’t have taken Holly’s side. Come back, okay? I’ll cut her off.]
[I’ll give you anything. We’ll redo the wedding. Biggest diamond, whatever you want. Just come back.]
Mira read the messages and almost laughed.
From start to finish, he still didn’t get why she left.
She never wanted a huge wedding or some overpriced diamond.
She wanted respect. Boundaries. To be the only choice.
Caleb could never give her that.
***
When Caleb heard Mira was gone, the last bit of hope in his eyes snapped.
He’d thought threatening the Masseys would make her cave. It always had before. She was soft, always folding for her family.
But he pushed her too far this time.
“Where is she?” His voice shook, the calm gone.
Robert wrung his hands, all nerves and a fake smile. “Caleb, we really don’t know. She just took off without a word… You’ve gotta find her. Brandon and I are still counting on you to help us.”
Caleb kicked the coffee table. Glass exploded across the floor.
He was barely holding it together.
The wedding crashed right there. The Gormans turned into a joke overnight. Relatives whispered. Partners started complaining.
His dad ended up in the hospital, his blood pressure through the roof, furious that Caleb had trusted the
wrong people and trashed the family name.
Holly stood off to the side, faking a cry. “This is all my fault. If I hadn’t messed around, Mira wouldn’t
have left…”
For the first time, Caleb felt a flicker of disgust when he looked at her.
If not for her, he wouldn’t have lost Mira.
But now that it had come to this, he pinned it all on Mira-“too stubborn.”
He pulled every string he had-passport records, flight logs, entry-exit data.
All he got was one hit: she’d flown to Parisse.
Nothing else.
Parisse was huge.
